A short walk with the old dog
after the rain, among puddles
of rainwater reflecting
withdrawing clouds,
as the trees' foliage are
touched by rays of the Sun,
leaving golden patches
among the dark green.
The late evening gives back to
the summer day some of the light
the dim hours of the afternoon
and early evening stole from it,
and we walk in that light,
under a sky opening pale blue,
sniffing the smell of earth
after rain.
17.07.2024
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